The bright and the dark sides of the moon

My life is, really, a set of circunstances, most of them blissful. I enjoy the sunlight on my skin, the August wind hard on my face, having something to do, having nothing to do, talking to family and friends, and listening to silence. I take the down times as they are: "down times". If I wait long enough they will pass. And joy will emerge once more. It's been like that with me. Joy has never left me for long. It keeps coming back.

Sometime ago I was in my hammock on a saturday afternoon. In our apartment varanda, 16th floor, refreshing weather, blue sky. Then it occurred to me that all is perfect, that I must fear nothing, that all is how it should be, and that I should celebrate the fact that I am a being, I exist.

At times though, horror stares me in the face shouting about my finality and the thought of extinction is painfully exposed. But who knows? I just don't hope. I am quite content with the fleeting sunlight and invisible wind.

"I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy. "